Everything Ends

Traveling is always better with three. But while Donna Noble is fun, sassy, and more than a match for the Doctor, she's the sign that Lilithanadir's time with this Doctor is coming to a close and a reminder that everything good must come to an end. A rewrite of series 4 of Doctor Who

“How come we've got it in the jeeps?” Ross finished. “Yeah, tell me about it. They're fitted as standard on all government vehicles. We can't get rid of them till we can prove there's something wrong. Drives me around the bend.” He said the last sentence as he turned right.

“Oh, nice one,” the Doctor complimented.

“Timed that perfectly.”

“This is you final destination,” the ATMOS system said.

They got out of the jeep, and walk up to Rattigan who was standing still while the students were running around the building.

“Ah, but I haven't got a commanding officer,” the Doctor said. “Have you?” The two geniuses stared at each other for a moment. “Oh, this is Ross. Say hello, Ross.”

“Good afternoon, sir.” Ross nodded at Luke.

“Let's have a look, then. I can smell genius!” The Doctor grinned. “In a good way.”

“This way.” Luke led them to the Academy laboratory.

The Doctor lit up. “Oh, now, that's clever. Look!” He put on his specs and pulled Lilith over. “Single molecule fabric, how thin is that? You could pack a tent in a thimble. Ooh! Gravity simulators! Terraforming, biospheres, nano-tech steel construction. This is brilliant! Do you know, with equipment like this you could, ooh, I don't know…"

“Move to another planet?” Lilith suggested, looking at Luke suspiciously. “Or something along those lines.”

‘None of this should be here,’ the Doctor thought to Lilith.

‘Seriously. Terraforming? That’s way beyond a twenty first century kid genius.’

Luke smiled tightly. “If only that was possible.”

“If only that were possible,” the Doctor corrected. “Conditional clause.”

“Grammar Nazi,” Lilith coughed.

Luke glared at him. “I think you'd better come with me.” They were brought to a large, open room with what looked suspiciously like a transmat in the corner. “You're smarter than the usual UNIT grunts, I'll give you that.”

The Doctor looked mildly affronted. “He called you a grunt. Don't call Ross a grunt. He's nice. We like Ross. Look at this place.”

“What exactly do you want?” Luke demanded.

The Time Lord shrugged. “I was just thinking. What a responsible eighteen year old. Inventing zero carbon cars? Saving the world.”

“Takes a man with vision.”

“Mm, blinkered vision. Because ATMOS means more people driving. More cars, more petrol. End result, the oil's going to run out faster than ever. The ATMOS system could make things worse.”

Luke grasped his chance to try to make the Doctor look stupid. “Yeah. Well, you see, that's a tautology. You can't say ATMOS system because it stands for Atmospheric Emissions System. So you're just saying Atmospheric Emissions System system. Do you see, Mister Conditional Clause?”

Lilith made no attempt to hide the disgust on her face. “It's been a long time since anyone said no to you, hasn’t it?”

“Not easy, is it? Being clever,” the Doctor said. “You look at the world and you connect things, random things, and think, why can't anyone else see it? The rest of the world is so slow.”

“Yeah.”

“And you're all on your own.”

“I know.”

The Doctor whipped an ATMOS device out of his transdimensional pockets. “But not with this. Because there's no way you invented this thing single handed. I mean, it might be Earth technology, but that's like finding a mobile phone in the Middle Ages. No, no, I'll tell you what it's like. It's like finding this in the middle of someone's front room. Albeit it's a very big front room.” He put his hand on the transmat

“Why, what is it?” Ross asked.

“Yeah, just looks like a thing, doesn't it? People don't question things. They just say, oh, it's a thing.”

“Leave it alone,” Luke warned.

The Doctor stepped into the transmat. “Me, I make these connections. And this, to me, looks like a teleport pod.” He pushed a button and vanished.

“For a genius, that man is extraordinarily stupid,” Lilith muttered.

“Why?” Ross questioned.

“That thing could teleport him anywhere. He’s a moron.”

The Doctor reappeared. “Ross, get out! Luke, you've got to come with us.”

Someone in a sort of battle armor appeared just before the Doctor could zap the teleport with the sonic screwdriver.

“There you go,” Lilith snorted, “a human being a typical human. But you’re not being a typical Sontaran, are you?” she accused. “Hiding? Using teenagers? Stopping bullets? A Sontaran should face bullets with dignity. For shame.”

“You dishonor me!”

“Yeah?” she taunted. “Then show yourself.”

“I will look into my enemy's eyes!” The Sontaran removed his helmet.

Ross stared. “Oh my God.”

“And your name?” the Doctor asked.

“General Staal, of the Tenth Sontaran Fleet. Staal the Undefeated.”

Lilith made a face. “Well, that's not a very good name. What if you do get defeated? Staal the Somewhat Undefeated But More Like Ninety Seven Percent So Never Mind?”

“Now, Ross, don't be rude,” the Doctor chided. “You look like a pink weasel to him." He started playing with a squash racket and ball. “The Sontarans are the finest soldiers in the galaxy, dedicated to a life of warfare. A clone race, grown in batches of millions with only one weakness.”

“Sontarans have no weakness!” Staal declared.

“No, it's a good weakness.”

“Aren't you meant to be clever?” Luke hissed. “Only an idiot would provoke him.”

“He’s the dumbest genius known to man,” Lilith grumbled.

The Doctor continued his rant. “No, but the Sontarans are fed by a probic vent in the back of their neck. That's their weak spot. Which means, they always have to face their enemies in battle. Isn't that brilliant? They can never turn their backs.”

“We stare into the face of death!”

“Yeah? Well, stare at this.” The Doctor smashed the ball into the back of the teleport pod, where it rebounded and hit Staal right on the probic vent. “Run!”

He, Lilith, and Ross sprinted out of the room, through the lab, and out of the building. They got in the Jeep and drove away as fast as they could.

“Greyhound Forty to Trap One. Repeat, can you hear me? Over,” the Doctor said into the walkie-talkie.

“Why's it not working?” Ross asked.

“The Sontarans,” Lilith spat. “If they can trace that, they can isolate the ATMOS.”

“Turn left,” the sat-nav said.

“Try going right,” the Doctor suggested.

“It said left.”

Lilith rolled her eyes. “We heard. Go right.”

Ross tried to turn the wheel, but it turned the other way instead. “I've got no control. It's driving itself. It won't stop.”

“ATMOS, are you programmed to contradict my orders?” the Doctor demanded.

“Confirmed.”

“Anything I say, you'll ignore it?”

“Confirmed.”

“Then drive into the river,” the Doctor ordered. “I order you to drive into the river. Do it. Drive into the river.” The jeep stopped at the edge of the river and the three of them got out, hurrying away from the Jeep. “Get down!

The sat-nav went bang with a few sparks and a bit of smoke. Lilith frowned. “Aw, was that it?”

The Doctor stared at her. “I’m sorry, are you upset there wasn’t a big, flaming explosion?”

She shrugged. “What can I say? Gotta love the explosions.”

~~~

The Doctor rang the doorbell to the Noble house and Donna answered. “You would not believe the day we’re having,” he said, pulling Donna over to the family car.

He found the ATMOS device below the engine bay.

“I’ll requisition us a vehicle,” Ross offered.

“Anything without ATMOS,” Lilith reminded him.

“And don't point your gun at people,” the Doctor added.

Ross left just as Donna’s grandfather came out of the house. “Is it him? Is it him? Is it the Doctor?” When he saw Lilith and the Doctor, his eyes widened. “Ah, it's you two!”

Lilith tilted her head to the side. “It’s you.”

Donna looked shocked. “What, have you met before?”

“Christmas Eve,” the Time Lady explained. “We were teleported back to that replica of the Titanic before Dad could finish his sentence.”

“And you never said?” Donna asked her grandfather.

“Well, you never said. Wilf, sir. Wilfred Mott. You must be one of them aliens.”

“Martha, tell Colonel Mace it's the Sontarans. They're in the file. Code Red, Sontarans. But if they're inside the factory tell them not to start shooting. UNIT will get massacred. I'll get back as soon as I can. You got that?”

Lilith heard Martha reply and the Doctor turned back to the car with the hood up.

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